

Chapter Eight


Gracelynn stood in front of her mirror, holding up two different dresses—one classic and elegant, the other bold and daring. The latter was a short, curve-hugging red dress she hadn’t worn in ages, but Emily’s voice through the speakerphone left no room for debate. “That one. Definitely that one,” Emily declared without hesitation. “It screams ‘I know I’m hot, and I know you can’t stop thinking about